by Jason Coe
A black screen
   Reflects that I am
Blank.
And I walked by the house
   Her lights were out.
Home.
Hidden in my dreams
   She's always there.
Always.
She sleeps next to me
   Needing something.
Anything.
I've always known
   And so has she.
Void.
A whisper in my ear
   Verifying what I already know.
Softly.
It comes for me
   I beckon it.
Nothing.
And she knows it too.